Lemons کے بول

Tainting a picture of us now Forever forgive 'Cause little missy misery set foot in the ocean But never the sea I'll bury her under the ground Next to the old lemon tree For the fruits have grown sour and bitter That no one would eat Call her back and call myself a freak Bend the rules so I can show her home Shave my head and change the way I think of The way I feel The way I feel The way I feel Call to her heart I will offer my shield The sour has turned into sweet Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall For they will choke the lemon tree Months will go on Like sand to stone Maybe I'll grow old Maybe I won't Call her back and call myself a freak Bend the rules so I can show her home Shave my head and change the way I think of The way I feel The way I feel The way I feel Call to her heart I will offer my shield The sour has turned into sweet Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall For they will choke the lemon tree